Hello all. I'm new here but I figured keeping a diary might be the easiest way for me to get involved and start a conversation with a few of you. Here's some basic information for me:
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Weight: 267
Height: 6'3
I've come down from 277, 10 lbs lost, but I still have a long way to go. I've been told I have a pretty good sense of humor so I'll try to let me entries here reflect that and please, if you have any advice I'd love to read it! Curious to see how many guys frequent this site as well! Haha.
So I guess I'll make this my first entry.
WARNING: I WRITE A LOT.
I'm sitting in my office right now, at my desk, wishing that my abs would stop hurting as much as they do right now. Good sign, right? I made the mistake of sneezing this morning and, geez, it was evident how much I had worked out yesterday.
Sticking to my 1,900 calorie a day diet isn't hard what-so-ever. To be honest, it's quite easy. I never realized how much unnecessary stuff I ate during the day before.
I've been trying to get more into cooking. I mean, I'll be honest, I've cooked before. All of the things I've previously cooked though were bad for you: french toast, lasagna, you name it - if it was carby I was all up on that. I've been trying to get into cooking more healthy meals - which is something I know nothing about.
Last night I tried to cook some apples with cinnamon as a nice little late night snack but I didn't want to grease the pan with butter or anything like that. I just wanted to chop some apples, put them in a pan with cinnamon and have them be delicious. That was not the result. The result looked a little bit more like this:
Okay, not really, but they didn't turn out the way I wanted. They're still delicious but not as good as if I used butter, I bet. I'll most likely just invest in some non-stick spray and a cook book.
Other than that there really isn't anything new to report. That's a lie actually. Last night, for the first time since elementary school, I jumped rope in front of people. Now, keep in mind a few things:
Despite all of this, I did it anyway. I won't say that I did it well, or even successfully, but I did do it and tripped on myself many times until I got it down. Once that was done, there was much cheering in my honor. I thought to myself, "Hell yeah. I'm the king of jump rope." I even made a point to look at the jump rope disappointingly as if I were scolding it for not besting me in our competition of manliness.
Much to my dismay, the God of Jump-ropes was not pleased with my belittlement of one of his children. I was told, now that I could jump rope regularly, to add a "Cross". Let me explain this to my fellow "Jump-Rope Novices". Doing a cross might be easy for some but, for someone like me, it was asking me to become a contortionist. I am far too large to be a contortionist and I never plan on becoming one, lest I lose all of my friends in the process because, let's be honest, contortionists are just weird.
I stood there, terrified by my new challenge, unaware of how to possibly contort myself in a way that I could slip through the tiny man made hoop with grace and keep jumping. I paused. Those five seconds felt like an eternity. Or perhaps more like the feeling you get when you're talking to someone you've bumped into on the street but, you run out of things to talk about yet, neither of you want to be the first one to walk away so you just stand there looking socially inept.
After breaking through the awkwardness I decided to do it. In the middle of my rigorous jumping I leaned in, very much like a contortionist, and performed the cross. I rejoiced within myself, I had done it! I felt the loop slide right past my body and away from me. I was so proud of my self and how bad-ass I looked-- up until the point where the rope came back, during my internal congratulatory process and, promptly smacked me in the face.
I wallowed in a little self pity but not too much. The Rope and I went 1 for 1 and that was okay. We were even, squared away until another day. At the end of the workout I was awarded with a jump rope of my own so that I could keep practicing. I'm going to keep practicing, you better believe that. Do you hear that, Jump-Rope?
It's on.
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Weight: 267
Height: 6'3
I've come down from 277, 10 lbs lost, but I still have a long way to go. I've been told I have a pretty good sense of humor so I'll try to let me entries here reflect that and please, if you have any advice I'd love to read it! Curious to see how many guys frequent this site as well! Haha.
So I guess I'll make this my first entry.
WARNING: I WRITE A LOT.
I'm sitting in my office right now, at my desk, wishing that my abs would stop hurting as much as they do right now. Good sign, right? I made the mistake of sneezing this morning and, geez, it was evident how much I had worked out yesterday.
Sticking to my 1,900 calorie a day diet isn't hard what-so-ever. To be honest, it's quite easy. I never realized how much unnecessary stuff I ate during the day before.
I've been trying to get more into cooking. I mean, I'll be honest, I've cooked before. All of the things I've previously cooked though were bad for you: french toast, lasagna, you name it - if it was carby I was all up on that. I've been trying to get into cooking more healthy meals - which is something I know nothing about.
Last night I tried to cook some apples with cinnamon as a nice little late night snack but I didn't want to grease the pan with butter or anything like that. I just wanted to chop some apples, put them in a pan with cinnamon and have them be delicious. That was not the result. The result looked a little bit more like this:
Okay, not really, but they didn't turn out the way I wanted. They're still delicious but not as good as if I used butter, I bet. I'll most likely just invest in some non-stick spray and a cook book.
Other than that there really isn't anything new to report. That's a lie actually. Last night, for the first time since elementary school, I jumped rope in front of people. Now, keep in mind a few things:
- It's been probably 15 years since I've jumped rope.
- I'm very - very - jiggly.
- I have man boobs that flop like Pamela Andersons' in a Baywatch Slow-mo.
Despite all of this, I did it anyway. I won't say that I did it well, or even successfully, but I did do it and tripped on myself many times until I got it down. Once that was done, there was much cheering in my honor. I thought to myself, "Hell yeah. I'm the king of jump rope." I even made a point to look at the jump rope disappointingly as if I were scolding it for not besting me in our competition of manliness.
Much to my dismay, the God of Jump-ropes was not pleased with my belittlement of one of his children. I was told, now that I could jump rope regularly, to add a "Cross". Let me explain this to my fellow "Jump-Rope Novices". Doing a cross might be easy for some but, for someone like me, it was asking me to become a contortionist. I am far too large to be a contortionist and I never plan on becoming one, lest I lose all of my friends in the process because, let's be honest, contortionists are just weird.
I stood there, terrified by my new challenge, unaware of how to possibly contort myself in a way that I could slip through the tiny man made hoop with grace and keep jumping. I paused. Those five seconds felt like an eternity. Or perhaps more like the feeling you get when you're talking to someone you've bumped into on the street but, you run out of things to talk about yet, neither of you want to be the first one to walk away so you just stand there looking socially inept.
After breaking through the awkwardness I decided to do it. In the middle of my rigorous jumping I leaned in, very much like a contortionist, and performed the cross. I rejoiced within myself, I had done it! I felt the loop slide right past my body and away from me. I was so proud of my self and how bad-ass I looked-- up until the point where the rope came back, during my internal congratulatory process and, promptly smacked me in the face.
I wallowed in a little self pity but not too much. The Rope and I went 1 for 1 and that was okay. We were even, squared away until another day. At the end of the workout I was awarded with a jump rope of my own so that I could keep practicing. I'm going to keep practicing, you better believe that. Do you hear that, Jump-Rope?
It's on.
